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Motherfucker I'm ill
A million here a million there
Sicilian bitch with long hair with coconut derrière
Like smokin' the thinnest air I open the Lamborghini
Hopin' them crackers see me like look at dat bastard Weezy
He's a beast he's a dog he's a muthfukin' problem
OK you're a goon but what's a goon (to a goblin)
Nothin' nothin' you ain't scarin' nothin'
On some fagot bullshit call 'em Dennis Rodman
Call me what you want bitch call me on my Sidekick
Never answer when it's private damn I hate a shy Bitch
Don't you hate a shy bitch yea I ate a shy bitch
She ain't shy no more she changed her name to my bitch
Yea nigga that's my bitch
So when she ask for the money when you through don't be surprised bitch
It ain't trickin' if you got it
But you like a bitch with no ass you ain't got shit
Motherfucker I'm ill not sick
And I'm OK but my watch sick
Yea my drop sick
Yea my Glock sick
And my knot thick
I'm it
Motherfucker I'm ill,
Yeah see
They say I'm rappin' like BIG, Jay, and 2pac
Andre 3000 where is Eryka Badu at
Who that
Who that said they goin' beat Lil Wayne
My name ain't Bic but I keep that flame man
Who that one that do that boy ya knew that true the Swallow
And I be the shit now you got loose bowels
I don't O U like two vowels
But I would like for you to pay me by the hour
And I'd rather be pushin' flowers
Then to be in the pen sharin' showers
Tony told us this world was ours
And the bible told us every girl was sour
Don't play in her garden and don't smell her flower
Call me Mr. Carter or Mr. Lawn Mower
Boy I got so many bitches like I'm Mike Lowry
Even Gwen Stefani said she couldn't doubt me
Motherfucker I say life ain't shit without me
Chrome lips pokin' out the coupe look like it's poutin'
I do what I do and you do what you can do about it
Bitch I can turn a crack rock into a mountain
Dare me
Don't you compare me 'cause there ain't nobody near me
They don't see but they hear me
They don't feel me but they fear me I'm illi
C3, 3-peat
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Ocean views, small circle it's the chosen few
I wrote it down and I followed through
I bought a pound and we rolled a few
I talk shit but she know its true
Ocean views, small circle it's the chosen few
I wrote it down and I followed through
I bought a pound and we rolled a few
I talk shit but she know its true
Blessings, bitches in my section
Young with all this money, I'm obsessive, weapons
Turnin' off y'all extras, turnin' off this bullshit direction
Turnin' up my grind, wakin' up to mo' pressure
But it's all in yo' mind, so I never feel pressure
Knew it's all in due time, now hundreds stackin' like tetris
Hussle hard is my masses and double back and get extras
Know I spazz when I catch it
Yellow bone white Lexus, all black tint, two white cups, fat gold chains, Sprite Texas
I'm just young and I'm reckless, I'm just on for my section
I'm just out here on top speed, with my top down and I'm reving
I don't know about Hell, I don't know about Heaven
All I know is 'bout right now and this lifestyle is interestin'
Iced down in my section, I just write these confessions
Niggas die, they get life around me, I guess that I'm an exception
Blessing
Ocean views, small circle it's the chosen few
I wrote it down and I followed through
I bought a pound and we rolled a few
I talk shit but she know its true
Ocean views, small circle it's the chosen few
I wrote it down and I followed through
I bought a pound and we rolled a few
I talk shit but she know its true
Blood, I'm in the streets with my Cuban on
In my Benz with my music on
Old friends like "watchu been on?" shit, I've been on my grind
I ain't usually home, focused, I ain't usin' phones
Lately I've been usin' songs, to get my point across
While niggas 'round me lose it all, but that's your coin to toss
I guess I always knew the bull
And as this world revolves I'm crackin' 'cause I do my job
From fuckin' hood rats to fuckin' stars
Spendin' all cash to slidin' cards, it's the definition of livin' large
Smokin' top flight in the biggest cars
Told you '08 this shit was ours, gettin' this cake
Yeah nigga, to gettin' more
Look at this world young nigga, it's really yours
Nigga this really mine, my niggas is really ford
Them building's is really high, them cars is really foreign
And all I see is
Ocean views, small circle it's the chosen few
I wrote it down and I followed through
I bought a pound and we rolled a few
I talk shit but she know its true
Ocean views, small circle it's the chosen few
I wrote it down and I followed through
I bought a pound and we rolled a few
I talk shit but she know its true
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So when you see me on your block with two Glocks
Screamin', "Fuck the world, " like 2Pac
I just don't give a fuck!
Talkin' that shit behind my back, dirty mackin'
Tellin' your boys that I'm on crack
I just don't give a fuck!
So put my tape back on the rack
Go run and tell your friends my shit is wack
I just don't give a fuck!
But see me on the street and duck
'Cause you gon' get stuck, stoned, and snuffed
'Cause I just don't give a fuck!
I'm nicer than Pete, but I'm on a search to crush a milkbone
I'm everlasting, I melt vanilla ice like silicone
I'm ill enough to just straight up diss you for no reason
I'm colder than snow season when it's twenty below freezin'
Flavor with no seasonin', this is the sneak preview
I'll diss your magazine and still won't get a weak review
I'll make your freak leave you, smell the Folgers crystals
This is a lyrical combat, gentlemen hold your pistols
But I form like Voltron and blast you with my shoulder missiles
Slim Shady, Eminem was the old initials (bye-bye)
Extortion, snortin', supportin' abortion
Pathological liar, blowin' shit out of proportion
The looniest, zaniest, spontaneous, sporadic
Impulsive thinker, compulsive drinker, addict
Half animal, half man
Dumpin' your dead body inside of a fuckin' trash can
With more holes than an Afghan
So when you see me on your block with two Glocks
Screamin', "Fuck the world, " like 2Pac
I just don't give a fuck!
Talkin' that shit behind my back, dirty mackin'
Tellin' your boys that I'm on crack
I just don't give a fuck!
So put my tape back on the rack
Go run and tell your friends my shit is wack
I just don't give a fuck!
But see me on the street and duck
'Cause you finna get stuck, stoned, and snuffed
'Cause I just don't give a fuck!
Somebody let me out this limousine (hey, let me out!)
I'm a caged demon, on stage screamin' like Rage Against the Machine
I'm convinced I'm a fiend, shootin' up while this record is spinnin'
Clinically brain dead, I don't need a second opinion
Fuck droppin' the jewel, I'm flippin' the sacred treasure
I'll bite your motherfuckin' style, just to make it fresher
I can't take the pressure, I'm sick of bitches
Sick of naggin' bosses bitchin' while I'm washin' dishes
In school I never said much, too busy havin' a headrush
Doin' too much rush had my face flushed like red blush
Then I went to Jim Beam, that's when my face grayed
Went to gym in eighth grade, raped the women's swim team
Don't take me for a joke I'm no comedian
Too many mental problems got me snortin' coke and smokin' weed again
I'm goin' up over the curb, drivin' on the median
Finally made it home, but I don't got the key to get in
So when you see me on your block with two Glocks
Screamin', "Fuck the world, " like 2Pac
I just don't give a fuck!
Talkin' that shit behind my back, dirty mackin'
Tellin' your boys that I'm on crack
I just don't give a fuck!
So put my tape back on the rack
Go run and tell your friends my shit is wack
I just don't give a fuck!
But see me on the street and duck
'Cause you finna get stuck, stoned, and snuffed
'Cause I just don't give a fuck!
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[Intro]
My chain!
My chain, my chain, my chain
Don't you like my chain?
[Hook]
My chain, my chain, don't you like my chain mayne?
Young Gucci Mane and I'm poppin off the chain mayne
And my Jacob is so fruity
Call me Gucci Mane or you call me Gucci Gucci
My chain, my chain, don't you like my chain mayne?
Young Gucci Mane and I'm poppin off the chain mayne
And my Jacob is so fruity
Call me Gucci Mane or you call me Gucci Gucci
[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
I came to the club, just to floss my chain mayne
Catch another charge and I'm goin to the chain gang
... Oh I think I'm icy
Sold a hundred thou' eatin bologna sellin white streaks
.... Don't you see how bright it is?
City girls and country girls be tellin me how tight it is
.... These girls they be choosy
Diamonds be so sparkly they thank my chain was movin
... My chain is off the chain
Stacked up me some money, budget off and bought a chain
.... Check the way my chain hang
Gucci I don't gangbang, all I do is chain swang
[Hook]
My chain, my chain, don't you like my chain mayne?
Young Gucci Mane and I'm poppin off the chain mayne
And my Jacob is so fruity
Call me Gucci Mane or you call me Gucci Gucci
My chain, my chain, don't you like my chain mayne?
Young Gucci Mane and I'm poppin off the chain mayne
And my Jacob is so fruity
Call me Gucci Mane or you call me Gucci Gucci
[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
Gucci you be shinin, Gucci you be shining man
Go on turn me on homes tell me who your diamond man
... My girlfriend actin lame
She say I'm actin different just because I got this chain
... Haters get your hater on
When they see them yellow stones, holla at'cha later on
My chain hang to my shoestrang
Like my watch and ring, but I know you love my chain
My chain hang to my ding-a-ling
I do my thug thang when I'm in the club mayne
When you heard "So Icy," you thought of Gucci Mane
I got that stupid money so I bought a stupid chain
[Hook]
My chain, my chain, don't you like my chain mayne?
Young Gucci Mane and I'm poppin off the chain mayne
And my Jacob is so fruity
Call me Gucci Mane or you call me Gucci Gucci
My chain, my chain, don't you like my chain mayne?
Young Gucci Mane and I'm poppin off the chain mayne
And my Jacob is so fruity
Call me Gucci Mane or you call me Gucci Gucci
[Verse 3: Black Magic]
Yeah, my first chain I had to rob for it
Jesus piece, yellow diamonds sittin all in it
I'm on some Slick Rick shit, 2006 Mr. T
Diamonds so bright ain't no way you can't see the G
Look I don't dance, I just lean with it
Yeah my piece sick, every robber tryin to leave with it
I got that New York fitted on, full suit dickie on
Gucci link chain, blue stones in a nigga charm
Now watch me do it, do it with no hands
Drop twenty grand on that bezel and that band
Cause I'm the man, I-I-I'm the man
Got no wife, but my chain got my girlfriend
[Hook]
My chain, my chain, don't you like my chain mayne?
Young Gucci Mane and I'm poppin off the chain mayne
And my Jacob is so fruity
Call me Gucci Mane or you call me Gucci Gucci
My chain, my chain, don't you like my chain mayne?
Young Gucci Mane and I'm poppin off the chain mayne
And my Jacob is so fruity
Call me Gucci Mane or you call me Gucci Gucci
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Niggas sayin' they outside (ooh, haha)
Niggas sayin' they outside (woo, come outside)
Send the addy, we gon' slide (slide, slide, slide)
Air it out when we arrive (doo-doo-doo-doo)
Poppin' that shit but they don't want the smoke (nah, niggas don't want no smoke)
She like it rough when we fuck, so I'm grabbin' that bitch by the throat (grr)
Niggas sayin' they outside (they're outside)
Send the addy, we gon' slide (slide, slide)
Heard he was talkin'
But he never jumped off the stoop (he never jumped off the stoop)
Take down the streets, then I pull up and pop out and shoot (pop out and shoot)
And they say I got the juice (yeah, yeah)
I bought the Dior, Dior, now that's all that I rock from the shoes (ayy)
Porsche niggas, hot boy, you ain't in the field, you a top boy
We gon' tie that boy up like a cowboy
I'm the one that they envy like Calboy (yeah)
Broke bitches ain't allowed (you not allowed)
She wanna fuck with a real one, but real niggas back in style
I ain't no window shopper, your man out here window shoppin' (yeah)
I be in all the stores, and no, we ain't window shoppin' (woo)
She throw it back 'cause I'm poppin' (woo)
I'm makin' plays with the, we run it back like an option (yeah)
Woo
Niggas sayin' they outside (ooh, haha)
Niggas sayin' they outside (woo, come outside)
Send the addy, we gon' slide (slide, slide, slide)
Air it out when we arrive (doo-doo-doo-doo)
Poppin' that shit but they don't want the smoke (nah, niggas don't want no smoke)
She like it rough when we fuck, so I'm grabbin' that bitch by the throat (grr)
Niggas sayin' they outside (they're outside)
Send the addy, we gon' slide
Just 'cause I dance, don't think I'm pussy
Don't make me pull up with the stick (woo, stick, stick)
I got a Louis V bag to match with the fit (Louis V, Louis V, Louis)
VVS ones on my wrist (ice, ice, ice)
All this water on me, I got water for me and my bitch (huh, me and my bitch)
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P
Now shorty, she in the club, she dancing for dollars
She got a thing for that Gucci, that Fendi, that Prada
That BCBG, Burberry, Dolce and Gabbana
She feed them foolish fantasies, they pay her cause they want her
I spit a little G, man, and my game got her
A hour later have that ass up in the Ramada
Them trick niggas in her ear saying they think about her
I got the bitch by the bar trying to get a drink up out her
She like my style, she like my smile, she like the way I talk
She from the country, think she like me cause I'm from New York
I ain't that nigga trying to holla cause I want some head
I'm that nigga trying to holla cause I want some bread
I could care less how she perform when she in the bed
Bitch, hit that track, catch a date, and come and pay the kid
Look baby this is simple, you can't see
You fucking with me, you fucking with a P-I-M-P
I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfucking P-I-M-P
I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfucking P-I-M-P
I'm bout my money you see, girl you can holla at me
If you fucking with me, I'm a P-I-M-P
Not what you see on TV, no Cadillac, no greasy
Head full of hair, bitch, I'm a P-I-M-P
Come get money with me if you curious to see
How it feels to be with a P-I-M-P
Roll in the Benz with me, you could watch TV
From the backseat of my V, I'm a P-I-M-P
Girl, we could pop some champagne and we could have a ball
We could toast to the good life, girl, we could have it all
We could really splurge, girl, and tear up the mall
If ever you needed someone I'm the one you should call
I'll be there to pick you up if ever you should fall
If you got problems I can solve 'em, they big or they small
That other nigga you be with ain't 'bout shit
I'm your friend, your father, and confidant, bitch
I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfucking P-I-M-P
I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a
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Last name ever
First name greatest
Like a sprained ankle boy ain't nothing to play with
Started off local but thanks to all the haters
I know G-IV pilots on a first name basis
In your city faded off the brown, Nino
She insists she got more class, we know
Swimming in the money come and find me, Nemo
If I was at the club you know I balled, chemo
Dropped the mixtape, that shit sounded like an album
Who'd have thought a country wide tour would be the outcome
Labels want my name beside a X like Malcolm
Everybody got a deal, I did it without one
Yeah, nigga I'm about my business
Killing all these rappers you would swear I had a hit list
Everyone who doubted me is asking for forgiveness
If you ain't been a part of it, at least you got to witness
Bitches
It may not mean nothing to y'all
But understand nothing was done for me
So I don't plan on stopping at all
I want this shit forever mayne, ever mayne, ever mayne
I'm shutting shit down in the mall
And telling every girl she the one for me
And I ain't even planning to call
I want this shit forever mayne, ever mayne, ever mayne
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weedon93 [BIZZYBONE]
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Wake up and I see that my sister is already dressed
She said "I'm gonna run and go get my stamps
Watch and make sure no one snatches my check" nigga that's the mailman
Sort through the mail and put it up in-a me pocket
So I be hittin' the 99 to get me a dub
Foe forty bucks but ain't nobody ride that Rita
Hop on the 10 to the click
Ready to get 'em up with-a me thugs
And to cash that dumb
I gotta get paid there there holla holla
Saint Claire got much to offer
Whether it be weed on 93
Or off on the glock glock for some dollars, so
Get a bag of dope and a quarter roll, oh
Most all of my niggas got the same, and we gonna roll it all up to smoke
Hittin' that reefer hydro, you know the cut, so fuck them po-po
Toss all that llello, and we're gonna say no
Runnin' through the alley and into the melee
Up on the second the sundown
Those run from January, November, December remember the 1st of the month
Wake up, wake up, wake up it's the 1st of tha month
To get up, get up, get up so cash your checks and get up
Wake up, wake up, wake up it's the 1st of tha month
To get up, get up, get up so cash your checks and get up
Wake up, wake up, wake up it's the 1st of tha month
To get up, get up, get up so cash your checks and get up
Wake up, wake up, wake up it's the 1st of tha month
To get up, get up, get up so cash your checks and get up
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in my face, damn near er' day
Ask a million questions like, Joc where ya' stay?
Tell 'em Collegepark, where they chop cars
Get twenty grand, spend a grand at the bar
Jest bought a zone, J's on my feet
I'm on that Patron, so get like me
'69 Cutlass with the bucket seats
Beat in my trunk, bought it just for the freaks
Catch me in the hood, posted at the store
Pistol in my lap, on the phone counting dough
If a girl choose, let her do her thing
Just like her mama, nice ass, nice brain
Er'body love me, I'm so fly
Niggas throw the deuces er'time I ride by
I know ya wonder why, I'm so cool
Don't ask me just do what you do (OK)
[Hook: Yung Joc]
Meet me in the trap, it's goin' down
Meet me in the mall, it's goin' down
Meet me in the club, it's goin' down
Anywhere ya meet me, guaranteed to go down
Meet me in the trap, it's goin' down
Meet me in the mall, it's goin' down
Meet me in the club, it's goin' down
Anywhere ya meet me, guaranteed to go down
[Verse 2: Yung Joc]
Verse number two, do the damn thing
Cubes on my neck, pockets full of Ben Frank's
When I'm in the mall, hoes just pause
I pop a few tags, give me that on the wall
Time to flip the work, make the block bump
Boys from the hood call me black Donald Trump
Dope boy magic, seven days a week
Number one record, long as Nitti on the beat
Oh I think they like me, better yet I know
Lights camera action when I walk through the door
Niggas know my crew, we certified stars
Valet in the front 'bout thirty-five cars
Bitches in the back, black Beamer coupe's
Girls liking girls, time to recruit
If ya' got a problem, say it to my face
We can knuckle up any time any place
[Hook: Yung Joc]
Meet me in the trap, it's goin' down
Meet me in the mall, it's goin' down
Meet me in the club, it's goin' down
Anywhere ya meet me, guaranteed to go down
[Verse 3: Yung Joc]
Time to set it off, let these nigga know
Have ya ever seen a Chevy with the butterfly doors?
I ride real slow, no need to speed
Gotta make sure ya' see the buckets on my feet
Fans on my trail, but they don't think I know
I keep my hands clean casue I never touch dope
Every time I see 'em, look 'em in they eyes
Ask me how I know, its me, surprise
Put it in the air, rep where ya' stay
Take a step back, blow the kush in they face
Stuntin' is a habit, let 'em see the karats
I'mma make it rain nigga, I ain't scared to share it
[Hook: Yung Joc]
Meet me in the trap, it's goin' down
Meet me in the mall, it's goin' down
Meet me in the club, it's goin' down
Anywhere ya meet me, guaranteed to go down
Meet me in the trap, it's goin' down
Meet me in the mall, it's goin' down
Meet me in the club, it's goin' down
Anywhere ya meet me, guaranteed to go down
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Remember when my first meal was school lunch
Now I spit a 16 straight with no punch
Remember all for dinner all we ate was Captain Crunch
Now we blow big blunts on the way to brunch
Went from good fella to commissary slips
Now I got back up man every time I slipped
Never ever quit, I just kept on pursuing
Teacher always ask me, what was I doing
Scribbled in my notebook and never did homework
Low attention span, guess these Adderall worked
Rocked Tommy Hil shirts, ones with the boat
Rockport kicks way before we even smoked
Used to have baby lungs, choking when I hit it
Nowadays lace a whole seven in a sitting
Remember back then we thought we growed up
Rushing as a kid just to be grown up
[Chorus]
Rushing as a kid just to be grown up
Yeah, whoever thought I'd be the greatest growing up?
[Verse 2]
I can eat a pound and shit sixty four quarters
Burn up fire and drown drops of water
Son, I told you I got them beans like Goya
Gone off them pills, got me jumping off the sofa
Hotter than a Hot Pocket out the devil microwave
Model bitches begging just be a nigga sex slave
Exotic foreign garments lookin' tailor made
And when these bitches see me man, they wetter than the everglades
Everyday same shit, me getting paid
Waking up, new bitch, me getting laid
Used to take bottle back, waitress bring the bottle back
Now they see me shining and they looking like a Sour Patch
Niggas catch a heart attack
Newport soft pack never blow blunt wraps
But these blunt raps sewn up
Whoever thought I'd be the greatest growing up?
[Chorus]
Rushing as a kid just to be grown up
Whoever thought I'd be the greatest growing up?
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weedon93 [INSTRUMENTAL]
01:28
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